on letting go i see my heart start to walk away outside my body it goes and i run to tell it no i tell it where will we go oh my heart aren’t you afraid afraid to go away afraid to stay letting go though is like flow i…

who is lost please raise your hand do you recognize the road your on are the landmarks gone bulldozed to the ground like the mimosa tree at the corner of town all the life the guests the feathery pink upon request to bloom once again chopped to the ground the…

there is a credence in true love it begs us to find a peace in another but peace is like the weather and the days flow like a river into year after years so much a sea of tears because love requires from us a vulnerability that in of itself …

my heart flows with words i type them into my own meaning and yet nobody really knows me i am the early morning poet of dreams how i converse with myself and linger in another world for awhile i dwell there and days end months and years every new year …

i went away in my mind anyway i stayed there and yet my heart traveled far i can never be free until i cozy into solitude and drift away dreams are the beginning of who i am to know them i must go away and be amazed at the very…

Every Christmas brings some type of epiphany to me. This year was no exception. Late Christmas Day evening, I set out for Charlotte to visit my developmentally disabled sister in the nursing home. For some reason, the cold and the looming darkness gave me an eerie feeling about making the…

We may be the first species to participate in our own extinction. — Unknown Things change. Some things never do. People change. Some people never do. The year is in seasons, and our lives are, too. And yet, we exist on freeways with exits of chain hotels and gas stations…

i do not want to live in a world where i cannot be true where i must reduce myself to the whims of someone else a place that dictates my words my thoughts locked in a cage a place that tells me how to pray and to what god they…